as the man’s cold hand suddenly twitched. The sensation was subtle yet undeniable; the dead man’s fingers seemed to tighten around the ring, as if refusing to let it go. Anna gasped and stumbled backward, her heart pounding in her chest like a drum. Her mind raced with a mixture of disbelief and fear—what had just happened? She stood frozen, her eyes wide with horror, staring at the hand that had just moved.
For a moment, the world around her faded away, leaving only the oppressive silence of the morgue and the echo of her own panicked breathing. She was alone, but she felt as if a thousand eyes were watching her every move. Could this be a sign, a warning from beyond the grave? Superstitious thoughts she had long dismissed as foolish began to creep into her mind. The dead man’s hand had moved. There was no logical explanation, no rational way to justify what she had just witnessed.
